Manhood coerced into sensitivity is no manhood at all.

History shows that male homosexuality, which like prostitution flourishes with urbanization and soon becomes predictably ritualized, always tends toward decadence.

The moment is ripe for an experienced businessman to talk practical, prudent economics to the electorate - which is why Mitt Romney's political fortunes are steadily being resurrected from the grave.

Women's studies is a comfy, chummy morass of unchallenged groupthink . It is, with rare exception, totally unscholarly. Academic feminists have silenced men and dissenting women.

There is no female Mozart because there is no female Jack the Ripper.

Rule of art: Cant kills creativity!

Human life began in flight and fear. Religion rose from rituals of propitiation, spells to lull the punishing elements.

Women are in league with each other, a secret conspiracy of hearts and pheromones

Promiscuity in men may cheapen love but sharpen thought. Promiscuity in women is illness, a leakage of identity.

Daytime soap operas, which I used to adore, have been declining in quality and importance for over a decade, and I gradually stopped monitoring them.

If civilization had been left in female hands we would still be living in grass huts.

Whatsoever thing you believe strongly, it will be turned into truth within your mind.

Blessed are you when you enjoyed the company of elderly people. They are always ready to share their rich experience and wisdom with young people.

Full spectrum lights should be used in all daytime offices for good health.

Man is what he reads.

We think that hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harmed us. But hatred is a curved blade. And the harm we do, we do to ourselves.

It's very schizophrenic because I like a lot of very straight pop, like Small Faces, Stones, Kinks; and on the other hand, I like a lot of avant garde things.

I feel I'm anonymous in my work. When I look at the pictures, I never see myself; they aren't self-portraits. Sometimes I disappear.

A writer's mind seems to be situated partly in the solar plexus and partly in the head.

We've decided what we are. That's the dream. When the dream fades, it's not that we don't exist. How could we not exist since we never existed?

Knowing our personal mission further enhances the flow of mysterious coincidences as we are guided toward our destinies.